Yun Qingxu frowned and looked at the words "Xiejun" for a while. In the messy words, her eyes wandered with strokes. She struggled to read each word, and it took her a long time to piece together a poem.

"The big roc rises with the wind in one day-"

Yun Qingyun was originally worried that she would not know the next half of the sentence. After all, she never liked these Wen Zou Zou things, but when she was still young, Mu Hua forced her to read books a lot in Penglai Palace.

And there are ancient poems in it!

Yun Qingyu secretly thanked Mu Hua in his heart, and at the same time took out the pen and ink and waved the ink on the red silk and spread the second half of the sentence—

"Fuxiang goes up to 90,000 miles!"

At the same time, Feng Yu also finished his writing.

After the Xiejun confirmed the answer, the red silk in front of them disappeared instantly, and the next red silk appeared. The above was still ancient poems, but the characters were more complicated.

Because Feng Yu and Yun Qingyu stood on the floor rather than hung upside down in the hall, they had an advantage over everyone.

Yi Yuan saw that Yun Qingyu and Feng Yu had already started the next red silk, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. If she hadn't been watching the red silk backwards, how could Yun Qingyu be faster?

At this time, Xiao Miaomiao and Mo Wu quickly completed a red silk.

"Zhao? Dang?" Chu Xuanye looked at the words like graffiti on the red silk with difficulty, and kept guessing.

At this time, Gu Ling had used his mental power to brand the answer on the red silk and switched to the next question. And he had no intention of helping Chu Xuanye.

Suddenly, Gong Yiming, who was standing beside him, burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I understand! This sentence is 'The boundless fallen trees are silenced-'"

Gong Yiming finally identified the words on the red silk one by one. He proudly said to Chu Xuanye, "Why, my sect leader is better than you?"

I don’t know when Gong Yiming and Chu Xuanye started to compete constantly!

When Chu Xuanye heard this, he was dissatisfied and even focused on the words on the red silk. When Gong Yiming saw that Chu Xuanye did not reject it, he became even more arrogant and kept chattering there.

"I said, this sect leader's IQ is not comparable to that of your mentally retarded!"

"Oh! I am the sect leader who is the smartest."

Chu Xuanye listened, but he didn't say anything, but he was full of anger! This evil cultivator was so narcissistic that he was lawless. It was so natural that he would not argue with him!

Just when Chu Xuanye couldn't help but go to confront Gong Yiming, Gu Ling, who had already answered five questions, glanced at Gong Yiming with a cold look: "Isn't the leader of Xueyan Sect smart? Why did you understand all this question and haven't answered it yet?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed slightly on Gong Yiwei's face. As a demon cultivator, how could he have the leisure to understand those ancient poems?

Gong Yiming coughed gently, thinking that he could not lose the face of the leader of the Xueyan Sect, pretending to be profound and serious: "Of course, this sect leader is thinking about how to write the second half of the sentence. This 'borderless fallen wood silences and lower bottom' should be 'no', 'fall' should be 'arise', and 'lower' should be 'upward', so the second half of this sentence must be 'arise'!"

Gong Yiming was originally talking nonsense, but the more he said it later, the more he felt that what he said made sense, the more he felt that he was really a genius that was rare in a century!

However, after Gong Yiming read out the poem passionately, the people around him looked at him with a very complicated look, like an idiot.

After answering the question, Yun Qingyu, who was sitting there, couldn't help laughing when he heard Gong Yiming's words!
Chapter completed!